There are two possible scenarios for the lack of updates on the blog as of late:
I was kidnapped by metallic pygmies native to my closet who held me hostage in a shoebox until a ransom of Peppermint Bark had been paid.
I haven’t been writing here because I’ve been busy putting words down on paper elsewhere.
See, I made it a personal goal to write at least 250 words per day for the month of December. Some days its a struggle to hit 250 while on other days I have no problem knocking out upwards of 1,500. A key has been to not revise or revisit earlier scenes ala the old Viable Paradise mantra – “It’s a draft, therefore, it can suck rocks.”
Now that I’ve got a stride, I don’t want to break it or the streak.
So there’s your scenarios. Take your pick.